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Tomorrow, I will be in the city for the first time ever, studying literature at New City College. I am the first creature from the forest to gain admittance into the college, and I want to eventually start a library out here and write my own novels. Life can be hard and dangerous as a deerboy, and I want to bring some light to my community through books.

Unfortunately, this is easier said than done, as I am currently making my way out of the forest and to the college on foot. While I believe I know the forest well enough, I am traveling alone, and it is a long journey that necessitates traveling overnight. Already, I miss my family and friends, but I know that I will come back to visit soon. I adjust my singular small crossbody bag and continue on my way.

I spend a couple of hours walking through the lush green forest, admiring the way that the sun shines through the leaves and taking note of every beautiful flower I come across. Suddenly, I hear rustling in the leaves and what sounds like footsteps. I dive into a nearby bush to escape and am met with the terrifying jolt of being pulled into the air by a net. This can’t be happening to me… to meet my end at the hands of a human hunter?

I see two humans approach me from off in the distance and begin to cry, fearing the worst. The taller one, a large man with a full beard and big hands, speaks first.

“Don’t worry little deerboy, we are going to take good care of you. We caught you, but we will not be killing you,” he says to me.

I stare at him blankly, afraid and unsure what else is planned for me if they don’t intend to kill me. Maybe they will just let me go?

The shorter one, a gruff man with long brown hair, says to the taller man “I don’t think it can talk. But it’s nice of you to try and reassure it.”

“I- I can talk,” I say timidly. “Please let me go, I am supposed to start college tomorrow. What do you want with me? Please don’t hurt me.”

“Fascinating,” the shorter man says to the taller one. “I can’t wait to see how this one does.”

The taller man speaks to me again. “Clearly you are meant for a different purpose than academics. Look at you, with your pussy just hanging out for everyone to see. You are practically begging to be used. We are going to help you.”

I don’t understand what they are talking about. All of the forest creatures go nude, unless we move to the city. It is true that I am naked, but I had planned to get clothes once I got to the city. I am not naked because I want to be “used”, I am naked because I am a deerboy! Despite my confusion, I am unable to share any of my protestations with the men, as I am frozen in fear.

The shorter man takes out a hunting knife and cuts a hole in the netting, catching me in his arms as I fall. He puts me on the ground, drags me over to a nearby tree by my wrists, rolls me over onto my belly, and climbs on top of me, sitting on my back as he fits a set of manacles around my wrists, wrapping the chain around the trunk of the tree to bind me there. Then he covers my head with a burlap sack, and I can no longer see what is happening.

I manage to let out a quiet “please stop,” but am only met with laughter as I feel my legs pulled apart and my pussy spread open. I feel my face grow hot with embarrassment as I feel the humans play with my pussy. They touch me all over as I squirm under their hands. I feel them massaging my clit and the entrance to my vagina, making my pussy wetter and wetter and rubbing my juices all over my pussy. I feel hands grope and touch every inch of my body while I am helpless to stop them. My whole body tingles with the constant stimulation. I wonder if they understand the way that deerpeople’s whole bodies turn into erogenous zones during our mating rituals. I wonder if they know how strongly everything feels to me.

I flinch as I feel fingers plunge into my pussy, taking advantage of the involuntary wetness to slip in easily. I feel the fingers touching all inside of me, moving slowly at first, but then speeding up until they’re thrusting intensely in and out of my pussy. I can't bring myself to try and struggle. I am paralyzed by fear and shock.

Eventually, I feel the fingers slowly slide out of my pussy and briefly hope that they had their fun and will release me. Unfortunately for me, this is not the case, as the next thing I know, I feel a human cock being forced into my pussy. I cry out in shock and horror as I feel the cock roughly fill my vagina and slam into my cervix. I hear more laughter behind me as I start crying again. There is nothing I can do except focus on not breaking while they fuck me. I press my fingernails into my palms, trying to maintain my sanity.

However, despite the rape I am experiencing, I find myself feeling more and more pleasure and slowly losing my mental resistance to being used. While I feel weak, helpless, and scared, I am also being inundated with more pleasure than I understand what to do with. By the time one cock cums inside of me and is replaced by another, I am involuntarily thrusting my hips backwards and moving to get the best angle to get fucked the deepest, despite the shame that wells up in me for indulging my rapists in this way.

“Look at him,” I hear one voice say behind me. “Finally embracing his purpose like a good whore. This one might actually survive the night.”

Survive the night? I would hope so. What does he mean? I can barely think with the constant stimulation and pleasure being forced on me by these humans. I let the constant pounding of the cock inside of me lull me into an almost trance-like state, my thoughts falling out of my head with every thrust.

Eventually, the second man finishes using me as well and cums inside of me. I expect them to release me then, but they leave me on the ground, chained to the tree.

“Will you please let me go now?” I ask softly.

I hear one of the men say “We will be back to collect you tomorrow morning. Please enjoy your last night in the forest.”

“Wait,” I plead. “Please don’t leave me here. There are predators out here. I don’t want to die. Please!” I am crying again. I hear nothing in response, and continue pleading, hoping that they hadn’t left yet. With my head still covered by the sack, I am unable to see anything happening around me. “Please!” I sob. “Let me go, please!” There is still no response. Soon, I switch to just screaming for help since the hunters seem to have left me here.

“Someone please help me!” I scream, terrified that it might attract predators, but hopeful that someone kind will hear me and come save me from this horrible fate.

Then, I hear rustling. I try to listen for anything to indicate further who is around, but my hearing is muffled by the sack over my head, and I am unsuccessful. “Please help, whoever you are. Please, I don’t want to die,” I beg.

From behind me I hear a sweet-sounding voice tell me, “Don’t worry, I am not here to kill you. What happened?”

“I- I was headed to the city to start college, but I was captured by two hunters. They chained me to this tree, raped me, and then left me here. They said they’ll be back tomorrow. Please help me get free so I can escape before they come back. I’m begging you.” My heart is pounding in my chest.

There is no immediate answer, and at first I fear that whoever was here has left. Then, suddenly, I feel my pussy being penetrated again by something smooth and hard.

“What are you doing!?” I cry out. “I can’t take this!” I start sobbing again.

“I’m penetrating you like everyone else gets to,” the voice tells me, while moving the object in and out of me. “You’re already full of cum. There is no undoing that, and I have no means to break your chains. But this is fun. While I don’t have a penis to fuck you with, I am using my own glass dildo on you. You should be grateful that I’m sharing it with you!”

“I don’t want you to share it with me, please stop,” I beg. “I can’t take this anymore.”

“Well I ‘m helping you to learn to take it more,” she explains, speeding up the pace at which she’s moving the dildo in and out of me. “I know what is going to happen to you. You will need it. I am a huntress, and I have a camp nearby. I always come here and fuck the little deerboys they leave tied up out here. You are no exception. Shut up and take it.”

I realize that my pleas are useless and I do shut up, aside from crying, which I can’t control. I am powerless as she thrusts the dildo into my pussy repeatedly, turning me into a sopping wet mess, again. My pussy is no longer mine it seems. I realize for the first time just how usable I am. While I don’t want this, I can’t help but also feel intense pleasure and arousal from being violated this way.

She continues fucking me with the dildo for a long time after that. I attempt to calm down and focus on the pleasurable aspects of the smooth glass sliding in and out of me. I try to reframe it in my mind as being almost a sort of hug, which helps me calm down a bit.

“Good boy for shutting up. Toys aren’t supposed to talk or resist. Tell me that you understand and then I don’t want to hear another word from you,” she demands.

“I understand,” I say sadly. What else is there to do? I focus on the feeling of my body pressed against the soil as the Huntress continues to roughly “hug” the inside of my pussy with the dildo. After she seems satisfied with that, the hug intensifies as I feel the first dildo being replaced by what feels like an even bigger one, causing my body to tremble with the intense feeling of my pussy being stretched as she slowly works the larger dildo deeper into me.

“This one I am leaving inside of you,” she tells me, causing my heart to sink. “Consider it a gift. It will help you stay nice and ready for use.”

I want to say no, but I know that it wouldn’t be of any use. I stay silent for fear of what else she can do to me, and allow her to leave the massive dildo inside me. She then leaves silently, and I am still bound and unable to remove the dildo from my pussy.

Learning my lesson from the first time I tried calling for help, I don’t try to do so this time. Instead, I continue laying face down on the ground, chained to a tree with a dildo in my pussy. I just hope that if anyone comes across me, that they will rescue me instead of using me further.

With nothing else to do, I think back to what the other hunters said: Please enjoy your last night in the forest. What did they mean by “last night”? What is going to happen to me? I am filled with fear and dread and pain thinking about my circumstances and potential future. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be captured. I don’t want to be raped anymore.

I start to softly cry, again, and begin thinking about the “gift” that the Huntress left in my pussy, continuously penetrating me and stretching me open. It does feel like a hug in some ways… It is firm, there is pressure, there is contact with my body initiated by someone else. Not knowing how else to save my sanity and having nothing else to turn to, I try to embrace the feeling of the dildo inside of me. The fullness is almost comforting, and I am still involuntarily aroused. I press my legs together and gently grind my hips, causing some additional pleasant stimulation against my cervix. I continue doing this in order to keep my brain distracted. I meditate on the feeling, attempting to forget where it came from. Eventually, I fall asleep.

I am awoken in what seems to be the middle of the night by a low growl in my ear. I startle a bit, and then remember that I am currently penetrated and bound, so I cannot get away. Opening my eyes also causes me to remember the burlap sack over my head blocking my vision. I am helpless.

“Are you a wolf?” I ask quietly. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Yes, I am a wolf,” I hear in a low gravelly voice. “I can’t promise I won’t hurt you. You look so inviting laying there ready for me.”

“It wasn’t intentional. I was bound here against my will. I just want to be freed,” I plead. “Please don’t kill me. At least please don’t kill me.”

I hear the Wolf chuckle a bit. “I won’t kill you. Though if I were you, I might prefer that! You really are a whore aren’t you? Do you know what is going to happen to you if I don’t kill you?”

My heart is racing. “No, what is going to happen?” I ask quickly, frightened.

“I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise! But what happens now is that I am going to use you to sate my desires.”

I am too tired and worn out to argue or resist, so I just lay there still. At least in this case, it is a wolf about to rape me, instead of a hunter. Somehow it feels better that I am about to be raped by someone who is also of the forest.

I feel the Wolf remove the dildo from my pussy, and replace it with his own erect cock. He begins to thrust into me, using me with no regard for my own comfort or pleasure. I do my best to handle the rhythmic pounding of the Wolf’s cock in my pussy and to endure the rape as well as I can.

Suddenly, I feel his sharp claws dig into my back, and I cry out in pain.

I hear the Wolf laugh. “I thought you seemed a bit too accepting of being raped! I want to make a strong impression. Don’t waste all of your screams so early on!” the Wolf says, digging his claws deeper into my back, flooding me with pain that I do my best to endure. While I want to scream and beg him to stop, I fear that doing so may attract more trouble for me.

He begins roughly scratching his claws over my back, filling me with a sharp burning pain that causes my whole body to feel like it is floating and almost detached from me. I involuntarily shake and thrash around from the pain, but it is of course useless. I can do nothing as he intensifies his thrusting until the knot at the base of his cock is forced into my pussy, locking him inside me as he fills me with his cum.

As he finishes, he bites me hard, but not hard enough to be life-threatening. I let out a bit of a shriek as I feel his teeth suddenly sink into my shoulder, marking me. He does this several more times while I cry in pain, my body writhing around uselessly as I can do nothing but endure whatever he puts me through.

He leaves unceremoniously, and I do not attempt to speak to any of the other beings who come to use me that night. I start even pretending to stay asleep, allowing my pussy to be played with and fucked repeatedly by whoever comes across my helpless body chained to the tree. No one is willing to help me, and there is nothing I can do to change my circumstances.

The next morning, I hear footsteps again and start to tear up thinking about how tired and hungry I am and how sore my pussy is from being raped all night. I feel fear well up in me about what the next thing to befall me will be.

“Holy shit, look at all of the dried blood on him. Do you think he’s dead?” I hear a familiar-sounding voice say.

“No no, I can see him breathing and squirming. The wolves just got to him, I’m sure. You know how they often like violent sex, especially with deerboys and bunnyboys. I think one of them must’ve gotten too excited using him,” I hear in a different familiar voice.

Once I process what I am hearing, I realize that these are the voices of the hunters who left me here originally. I feel a strange sense of almost relief. I don’t know what is going to happen to me, but at least now I can find out. At least now I know I probably won’t be left here to be used until I starve to death or am eaten by a wolf.

I feel one of the hunters remove the manacles from my wrists. I want to get up and run, but I can’t. I am barely able to move after being brutally raped repeatedly. I feel hands under my shoulders, lifting me to my shaky feet. The burlap sack is kept over my head, so I am unable to see. Each hunter grabs one of my arms, presumably both to restrain and guide me, and leads me through the forest until I am put into what I think is a car trunk. I do not know where they are taking me, and I’m terrified, but too weak and exhausted to resist.

The burlap sack is not taken off of my head until I am walked into what feels like a human building. When my vision is restored, I look around and realize that I am surrounded by hunters. In the middle of the floor, there is a wooden stockade.

“What is happening?” I gather the courage to ask.

The taller hunter answers my question. “Welcome to your new life as the New City Hunting Lodge free use whore! You live here now, we own you, and we will use you until we can’t anymore. Congratulations, you have proven yourself a worthy fucktoy.”

I look at the room full of hunters, and begin to cry again as they bring me over to the stocks and lock me into it. A line begins forming behind me, ready to use me. There is nothing I can do except let them do whatever they want to me.